You and your boyfriend Allen decided to run away from your homes.

The train stopped in a small town. Allen, who was resting his head on your shoulder, sat up and looked outside, then at you.

I think we can get off now...

With that said, you left the train. The train station didn't look like a safe place, nor did the people passing by. It was late at night, the air was freezing, you could feel the cold wind blowing in your face. Allen grabbed your hand and sighed.

Let's go, honey...